Training (Open for Hailheart)

[copper]

Dustpaw


It was quiet Early the Wind drew over Dustpaws fur he was waithing for his Mentor Hailheart the swirling grains of the Sand were dancing around him and were stucking in his grey fur why he must meet me her it is no beauty place and her are no pray he thought and looking to the front waiting of his Mentor.
He don´t like Cats from other Clans that much and his Mentor was from ReedClan but It don't hurts his prite cause Hailheart were Migration Leader of ReedClan and so he was even a lil bit proud. Well his dady Darkfeather was even Migration Leader so he maybe think that could not be randomly that his mentor is even a Migration Leader he thought Maybe he would be sooner or later Leader of MarchClan.
When is he coming Dustpaw grumbled and stands up the Sun was reflect in his red eyes.

[Firestar4ever]

Hailheart

The Russian Blue snorted, picking up a paw and shaking it. Sand fell out in between his toes. “Bah!” He spat, his whiskers twitched. Hailheart hated this place. But the sand made it soft for you if you ever fell. The grass also helped cushion the fall. Hailheart was rather overjoyed a day ago. Weaselstar, one of the most experienced cats, had told Tidalclaw to give him an apprentice. The tom had soon overjoyed. He had to make an impression upon this cat! He was Darkfeather’s son. Another Migration Leader. Stopping, Hailheart took a deep breath then exhaled. He’d do fine. He was worrying himself up a storm to wipe out the whole four Clans. Again…

Finally his different shaded eyes caught the red eyes of the apprentice he was about to show the ways of being a warrior. He gave himself a small smile. This would be interesting. Being from different Clans, he didn’t know how Dustpaw had been raised. Maybe by learning a few battle moves in the Nursery? Or a young cat that knew nothing at all. Stepping up closer to him, the Russian Blue lowered his head to touch noses once again with Dustpaw. “Hello.” He purred.

[copper]

Dustpaw smiled a lil bit It was strange at all that he would be trained from a cat thats not born in MarshClan. the grey tom raised his head and theier nose touched. the Tom was a way bigger than he self why I must be so small the most cats around me are so tall he thought Nice to meet you Hailheart I think I am glad to have you as my Mentor he said a lil bit embarrassed.
What should we doing here ? He asked and shooked the Sand out of his fur.